Luke Christopher - BUTTAFLY lyrics
[Luke Christopher - BUTTAFLY lyrics]
You are always gon' be fly
Yeah, girl‚ those wings goin' clap‚ clap
You so fly like flap‚ flap
We don't gotta talk about past things
We don't gotta talk about this, that, yeah
You a butterfly‚ my nigga
How you glowed up, yeah
These buggy-eyed guys better learn
How to show up
Uh‚ you been on top of your business
Gettin' your sleep and an hour of fitness
My exes are best now described as a scrimmage
And you like the playoffs, I
Want my head in it, you know
So much in common for sure
Chill with my foot in the door
You deserve a all white Porsche
You deserve a all black horse, of course
You deserve a dope ass dork
You deserve a meal, nine course
Butterfly, I, I, I
(You are always gon' be fly)
You're mine, you're mine butterfly, I, I, I
(You are always gon' be fly)
But, I'll follow you with me, yeah
Yeah, girl, those wings goin' clap, clap
You so fly like flap, flap
We don't gotta talk about past things
We don't gotta talk about this, that, yeah
You a butterfly, my nigga, how you glowed up
Yeah these buggy-eyed guys better learn
How to show up
Tattoo my chest with some letters that
Spell out your first name
Then I'll tattoo my chest with some
Letters that spell out my last
Yeah, it's got a ring to it
It's got a thing to it it's no Versailles
So there's no way to see through it
Hole in your armor
I'm just tryna peep through it
Make sure you protected, girl, I
Could see to it, yuh
(O oh)
Yeah, girl, those wings goin' clap, clap
You so fly like flap, flap
We don't gotta talk about past things
We don't gotta talk about this, that, yeah
You a butterfly, my nigga, how you glowed up
Yeah
Buggy-eyed guys better learn how to show up
Yeah, girl‚ those wings goin' clap‚ clap
You so fly like flap‚ flap
We don't gotta talk about past things
We don't gotta talk about this, that, yeah
You a butterfly‚ my nigga
How you glowed up, yeah
These buggy-eyed guys better learn
How to show up
Uh‚ you been on top of your business
Gettin' your sleep and an hour of fitness
My exes are best now described as a scrimmage
And you like the playoffs, I
Want my head in it, you know
So much in common for sure
Chill with my foot in the door
You deserve a all white Porsche
You deserve a all black horse, of course
You deserve a dope ass dork
You deserve a meal, nine course
Butterfly, I, I, I
(You are always gon' be fly)
You're mine, you're mine butterfly, I, I, I
(You are always gon' be fly)
But, I'll follow you with me, yeah
Yeah, girl, those wings goin' clap, clap
You so fly like flap, flap
We don't gotta talk about past things
We don't gotta talk about this, that, yeah
You a butterfly, my nigga, how you glowed up
Yeah these buggy-eyed guys better learn
How to show up
Tattoo my chest with some letters that
Spell out your first name
Then I'll tattoo my chest with some
Letters that spell out my last
Yeah, it's got a ring to it
It's got a thing to it it's no Versailles
So there's no way to see through it
Hole in your armor
I'm just tryna peep through it
Make sure you protected, girl, I
Could see to it, yuh
(O oh)
Yeah, girl, those wings goin' clap, clap
You so fly like flap, flap
We don't gotta talk about past things
We don't gotta talk about this, that, yeah
You a butterfly, my nigga, how you glowed up
Yeah
Buggy-eyed guys better learn how to show up